


small foreign faction

by ell (amywaited)



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marauders - Fandom, the marauders era - Fandom
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Cute, Fluff, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Minor Character Death, Minor Injuries, Slice of Life, Texting, like really really minor - Freeform, slight angst, wolfstar
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-04-27
Updated: 2020-04-27
Packaged: 2021-03-01 21:48:03
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,354
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23874184
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/amywaited/pseuds/ell
Summary: “Oh,” Sirius says in sort of a whisper. “Well. I guess I do have something I should probably tell you.”“Do you?”He nods. God, when he’d dreamed about doing this, it was going to be perfect. He’d invite Remus down to Burger King, or Maccies, or something, and then they’d share a milkshake and he’d say ‘Listen, Remus. I really like you. Like, really, really like. And I was wondering if you’d like to be my boyfriend.’ And he wouldn’t choke on a fry, or trip over his own shoelaces, or get a fucking concussion, and Remus would say ‘Oh, Sirius, I love you too!’ and that would be that.Instead, he’s confessing his love in the middle of a dusty field, surrounded by his best friends, after he fell asleep in the lap of the man he loves and probably drooled all over his perfect, perfect calves.
Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Comments: 8
Kudos: 141





	small foreign faction

**Author's Note:**

> hope u like!!!
> 
> title from [small foreign faction](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V7-WWOJilA) by haley blais.

“I think I love him,” Sirius says, one day after the sun has set, when James has brought him home from playing football in the park and everything feels sort of temporary and new. The words kind of happen, he doesn’t expect them to be there; they just are. James looks across at him from the kitchen, slowly setting down the mug he’s holding. It lands on the counter with a dull kind of ‘chunk’, and it sounds like it rings finality. Sirius isn’t sure why, but it sets his heart on edge.

“Who?” James asks, tentatively, like one wrong word will set the world alight.

“Remus,” Sirius says, like it could ever be anyone else. Like it’s obvious. “I think I love him.”

He hears James breathe out slowly, heavily. Carefully, pushing little pieces of soul out into the air. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What, uh… What made you think that?” he asks. Carefully, always careful, treading on tiptoes and thorns and roses. He leaves the mug in the kitchen, and Sirius watches him make his way to sit next to him on the sofa without really watching him.

“I dunno, I just… I just like him,” Sirius says. “More than friends do. I feel a way I’ve never felt before around him.”

“Why are you telling me, mate?” James asks, instead of replying properly. 

Sirius huffs out a laugh, his lips twitching up. “I don’t know. Just am.”

“Reckon you should tell him?” James suggests. 

“Probably.”

“Will you?”

“Probably not.”

Remus has always been a kind of unforeseen variable. Whenever Sirius thinks he knows him, he does something that makes him think he doesn’t. He’s not quite sure how they all fit in together yet, just that they do. Sirius isn’t sure how to feel about it, not really. Because everything feels volatile in low light, like he can reach out and touch it.

Like the sky has feelings, and every word that’ll pass his lips will paint it a different colour. It’s a new power imbalance, one that he isn’t used to yet. One that maybe he’ll never be used to.

Perhaps there are only two things that stay the same: the fact that he’ll never know Remus, and the fact that he’ll always love him.

James leaves him eventually, when Regulus gets home from work and makes a face when he sees James sitting on the sofa. It sends Sirius’s heart straight to his toes, because things are still far from perfect between them, but they’re getting better, but James smiles at him so he knows it’s okay and leaves through the backdoor.

He listens to Regulus drone on about his day - Sally did this, Stacy did that, can you believe the news? - and it’s kind of obvious that Sirius isn’t paying attention. He’s watching the streetlamps blur through the window instead, and the spider crawling across the ceiling, and thinking about James and Remus, and Peter, and Lily, and their group and how everyone fits in together.

* * *

When Sirius wakes up the next morning, Sunday, raining and cold and windy, there’s three texts on his phone, which is more than usual. He opens the one from Regulus first, blinking away sleep from the corners of his eyes.

_ Regulus: left u a coffee. Will be home by four. Make sure u empty the dishwasher. _

_ Sirius: k cu then _

It’s never an easy task, Sirius thinks, to match Regulus’s apathy in texts, and he decided long ago not to even try anymore. He wants to try and get out of the house before he gets home, lest he be dragged into some gossip session as Regulus relays everything that happened while he was ou to him, so he opens James’s text next, because that’s usually a safe bet.

_ James: morning wondering if u wanted to play again 2day, get all the lads round  
_ _ James: franks coming down so i thought we could go out for drinks or something  
_ _ James: also if u wanted to talk more abt that Remus thing jsut lmk yeah cant promise ill be good at giving advice or anything but im here for u   
_ _ James: especially given im the one of the only two people you know in a steady relationship lol _

_ Sirius: yeah yeah u and lily are so in love its sickening  
_ _ Sirius: thanks footie sounds great tho  
_ _ Sirius: havent seen frank in fucking ages _

James replies almost immediately.

_ James: yh ik we need to get him down more often  
_ _ James: meet @ the park at 1230? _

_ Sirius: make _ _ it 12? regulus gets home at 4 and i want to be out of the house for as long as possible lol _

_ James: got it  
_ _ James: n like i said if u ever want to talk abt stuff i have an open sofa and plenty of beer  
_ _ James: and lily gives fucking good hugs _

_ Sirius: lol cheers  
_ _ Sirius: see u at 12 _

James replies with a love heart emoji, but Sirius doesn’t open it, moving onto the final message thread. It’s from Remus, which makes his heart jump to his throat. Remus seems to be doing that to him a lot recently. Sirius isn’t entirely a fan of it. 

_ Remus: James said he took you home last night but I just wanted to make sure you were okay.  
_ _ Remus: I know Regulus doesn’t exactly like him.  
_ _ Remus: Or any of us.  
_ _ Remus: You alright? _

_ Sirius: im fine  
_ _ Sirius: james is fine too  
_ _ Sirius: talking abt playing footie again today so he’ll probably make a group or something _

_ Remus: I’m glad you’re okay then.  
_ _ Remus: And don’t we already have a group chat? _

_ Sirius: franks coming down _

_ Remus: Oh, right.  
_ _ Remus: Do you want to meet up early then?  
_ _ Remus: Get a drink from the Costa down the road first or something.  _

_ Sirius: im skint mate _

_ Remus: I’ll buy then. _

_ Sirius: really? _

_ Remus: Got to get food into you somehow.  
_ _ Remus: I know you don't eat much as it is x _

_ Sirius: i eat fine u need to stop worrying _

_ Remus: You are very difficult to stop worrying about. You are my best friend.  
_ _ Remus: And I bet you haven't eaten breakfast yet. _

_ Sirius: … _

_ Remus: Exactly.  
_ _ Remus: Meet me at the Costa by the park at 11 then. _

Sirius doesn’t reply then, because James makes a new group chat and he gets automatically redirected to it, and he rushes to change the name before James can.

**Sirius changed the chat name to: ‘the beastie boys’**

_ James: fucks sake Siri  
_ _ James: all up for footie down the park @ 12 today? _

_ Frank: aye aye captain _

_ Lily: We were there yesterday. _

_ James: just desperate to see ur face again x _

_ Peter: gross  
_ _ Peter: im up for it _

_ Sirius: i just wanna get out the house  
_ _ Sirius: u dont have to come tho _

_ Lily: I was joking, of course I’ll come  
_ _ Lily: wouldn't miss a chance to see all ur ugly mugs would I _

_ James: that hurts _

_ Sirius: lol see u then  _

_ Peter: whos ball are we using then _

_ James: i can supply if one of u brings food n shit _

_ Sirius: theres the co-op literally two minutes away just bring money _

_ James: havent been paid _

_ Lily: none of us have  
_ _ Lily: except for Remus _

_ James: ;) _

_ Sirius: ;) _

_ Peter: ;) _

_ Remus: Fuck off.  
_ _ Remus: I’ll just use my massive bank account and supply you all with food then.  
_ _ Remus: Ungrateful little shits. _

_ Sirius: kiss kiss _

_ James: no flirting in the groupchat _

_ Frank: no hypocrisy either james  
_ _ Frank: we just having a kick about or we doing matches _

_ Remus: I’ll ref if you lot want to do doubles or something. _

_ James: u sure? _

_ Remus: Yeah. _

_ James: we can switch out  
_ _ James: see u all at 12 then i hav to go _

_ Peter: yep _

_ Remus: Bye. _

Sirius clicks his phone off, ignoring the few pings that come through as everyone finishes up conversation. It’s half ten, and the Costa Remus wants to meet at is a ten minute walk, so he rushes through getting ready, pulling on an orange hoodie that smells kind of stale.

He remedies the problem by spraying deodorant over it, and then coughs when he breathes some of it in. He hops around trying to pull jeans on, thinking perhaps he’s tempting fate by wearing skinnies, before he decides he doesn’t quite care.

He doesn’t bother brushing his teeth or doing anything to his hair besides running his fingers through it (which achieves nothing but disrupting it even more). Whatever Remus buys at the cafe will defeat the purpose of toothpaste anyway, he reasons, unplugging his phone from charge and stuffing it and his wallet in the pocket of his hoodie.

He does a quick once over of his room, decides there’s nothing else he’ll need before rushing out of his room and tripping down the stairs in his haste.

It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it is the first time he ends up with a split lip over it, and that’s just his luck, really. Sirius sighs, it doesn’t hurt that much, and it’s only bleeding slightly, so he wets a tissue and dabs it over it, hoping it won’t bleed too much.

He does stuff a pack of the travel tissues Regulus buys in the hoodie pocket, though, and then shoves his door key into his jeans pocket. He finds himself running his tongue over the cut in his lip, tasting the saltiness of fresh wounds and relishing in the sting. 

He pulls on a pair of Nikes, his only pair, and almost trips out the door too, only just managing to catch himself on the door jamb. Sirius supposes it’s only how things go, and hopefully he just won’t be late to meet Remus.

* * *

“Jesus-!” is the first thing Remus says, waiting outside the coffee shop for him. “The fuck happened? Did someone do this to you?”

Sirius touches his lip gently. It stopped bleeding sometime on the walk over, but a quick glance in his phone screen had told him it was now just an angry sort of red. He shakes his head, “Nah. Just me. I fell down the stairs.”

“Fucking hell,” Remus says. “How many?”

“All of them, probably. And then I nearly tripped over the door too.”

“You’re a fucking hazard,” Remus tells him, lifting his hand like he’s asking permission. “Can I-?”

Sirius nods, and Remus reaches out to prod at his lip. It kind of hurts, but only a sharp shock of pain. It makes him hiss regardless, mostly because he wasn’t expecting it.

“Sorry,” Remus says gently. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No. Stopped bleeding about five minutes ago. I’m fine.”

It doesn’t make him look less worried, but it does make him drop his hand. “If you say so. Come on then, I’ll buy you whatever you want to make you feel better.”

Sirius scoffs. “No need for that.”

Remus just sends him a withering look, one that Sirius knows better than to argue with, so he follows him into the cafe.

He’s hit with a blast of warm, dry air and the putrid, overpowering smell of coffee. It’s vaguely comforting, smelling like the espresso James drinks. There’s light chatter, but not many patrons for a Sunday morning. Remus leads them up to the counter, pointing out something on the menu. Sirius just hums, not really paying attention.

He doesn’t tune in until Remus nudges him. “What do you want?”

“Oh- just, uh, iced coffee?”

Remus nods, ordering for him, and gesturing for Sirius to find a table, which he’s grateful for. All of a sudden, the air feels weird, like he’s not really breathing. Like he’s living three feet off the ground. He doesn’t think things have felt like this for a while, so he just watches Remus pay, and then brings their drinks over and sits opposite him.

“You alright?” he asks, nudging their feet under the table.

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t hit your head, did you?” Remus says. “Maybe you have a concussion.” He pulls out his phone, probably to google ‘concussion symptoms’, and promptly starts reading them off.

Sirius interrupts on the third one. “I feel fine, Rem.”

Remus slumps his shoulders. “Alright. I’m sending the group chat a picture though, hold still.”

He tries not to roll his eyes, and stays still for Remus to snap a photo of his lip. His phone chimes soon after.

**the beastie boys**

_ Remus: 1329.jpg  
_ _ Remus: Sirius fell down the stairs. _

“That’s a shit picture,” Sirius says. “And don’t forget how I fell out the door too.”

Remus just smiles in a tired, calculated, long suffering sort of way at him over his phone. 

_ Remus: He says ‘don’t forget how he fell out the door too’. _

_ James: fucking hell _

_ Peter: he alright? _

_ Sirius: im fine _

_ Remus: He might have concussion. _

_ Sirius: i do not have concussion  
_ _ Sirius: i dont even know what concussion is _

_ James: and therefore youre suddenly immune to it? not how it quite works mate _

_ Remus: A symptom of concussion is confusion. _

_ Lily: he’s not confused, just stupid _

_ Sirius: oh thanks lils _

_ Lily: xxx _

_ James: sirius do u have a headache _

_ Sirius: the only headache i have is u   
_ _ Sirius: a little i guess i fell over id be surprised if i didnt _

_ James: do u feel dizzy _

_ Sirius: i fell down the stairs are u expecting me to say no i feel fine  
_ _ Sirius: i have a bit of a headache and i feel a bit wobbly thats just to be expected _

_ Remus: He has concussion.  
_ _ Remus: All symptoms point to yes.  
_ _ Remus: You should sit out of our game later. _

Sirius glares at Remus over their phones.

“What? I’m just worried. And you might have a mild one.”

“You’re going to make everyone worried,” Sirius accuses. “When they don’t need to be.”

_ Remus: Is being moody a symptom too? _

_ James: nah thats just Sirius _

_ Sirius: wow _

James sends the blow-a-kiss emoji, so Sirius clicks his phone off, instead watching Remus’s reactions to whatever messages are being sent and sipping the iced coffee. Time always feels like it passes faster when he’s with Remus, and before long it’s twelve on the dot.

Remus says, “should probably go meet everyone now,” swallowing down the dregs of his coffee and sliding his phone into his pocket. “If you’re ready?”

Sirius just hums a yes, standing up when Remus does. 

The park isn’t so much a park as it is a huge fucking empty field, with a slide and swing set in the far corner, away from the road. There’s the Costa, and then the little road leading down to the high street, just off to the left of the busier intersection, and Remus leads them along round the perimeter of the field until they get to what’s been dubbed ‘Their Tree’. 

It pretty much is, after Peter scratched his initials into the bark with a pen knife, back when they were in year eight. Over the years, everyone else’s had appeared, growing at the base of the trunk. It’s become the unofficial meeting place, and Sirius can see Peter, Frank, James, and Lily already milling around it. 

He watches James jump up to try and pull one of the branches down, hears his triumphant whoop and then watches him fuck up the landing and fall into Lily. Lily just grins widely, wrapping an arm around James’s shoulders as best she can and pulling him back into her chest. As they get closer, Sirius hears her laughing too. 

Frank notices them first, waving, stealing James’s ball and booting it at them. Remus manages to catch it at twenty odd miles an hour, but drops it right after. 

“Oh, fucking hell, ow.”

“You alright?” Sirius asks, crouching down to grab the ball and throw it back at Frank. 

“Stings now,” Remus says, shaking his hands like that’ll help dispel the pain. 

“You didn’t have to catch it,” Sirius tells him. 

“Well, I’m no good at kicking them,” Remus shrugs.

James calls out a ‘Yoo-hoo!’ smiling at them, grin stretching from ear to ear. It falls as soon as Sirius gets closer. “Wow. Really did a number on your lip, then, Sirius.”

Sirius shrugs, letting James trail a hand under his chin and turn his head this way and that. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Remus crowds around behind Sirius, putting his chin on his shoulder. “You’ll tell us if it starts hurting, or you feel worse, though?”

“Yeah,” Sirius says, like it’s a given. “‘Course.”

“Good,” James says. “Everyone ready, then?”

Peter starts their game by kicking the ball to James, effectively choosing their teams for them. Remus sinks down to sit at the base of their tree to halfheartedly referee, watching Sirius, Lily, and Frank jog further into the field together. 

James and Peter pass the ball back and forth a few times before Lily manages to steal it from them mid pass. James scores the first goal, even though they haven’t exactly set out goal posts or anything at all. 

The rest of the game is fairly boring, Sirius thinks. They all miss a few goals, but no one seems to care that much. They all unanimously decide that whoever gets five goals first, wins, and Sirius decides to let everyone else decide when that is, because he’s finding it hard to concentrate on anything more than keeping the ball in his line of sight.

The sun isn’t exactly visible, and the sky looks sort of wet and cloudy, but Sirius feels warm anyway. He lingers back while Lily and Frank run on ahead, watches James run rings around Lily, watches Lily stick a foot out and trip him up, watches Frank and Peter start laughing when James falls for it.

His vision starts blurring around the edges, and then he can’t really remember anything after that.

* * *

Sirius doesn’t remember closing his eyes until he opens them again, looking up at a damp sort of sky and Remus’s worried face.

“Sirius?!”

He breathes in, breathes out, blinks in slow motion. He moves to sit up.

“I told you you had a concussion,” Remus says, stopping Sirius sitting up with a hand on his shoulder. “Take it slow.”

“Don’t have concussion,” Sirius mumbles, words slurring together slightly. He tries sitting up again, and this time Remus lets him, pulling him into his side. 

“Sirius, you’re worrying me,” Remus mumbles, mostly into Sirius’s hair. “We should go to a hospital.”

“Mm. I’m fine,” Sirius says, leaning heavily on Remus. “What- What happened?” He notices James and Lily jogging over, Peter and Frank close behind, carrying the ball. 

“You passed out,” Remus says, lifting a hand to stroke it through Sirius’s hair. “Only for a couple of seconds, I think. But you were playing, and then I saw you sort of fall over, so I ran right over.”

James skids to his knees next to them, breathing heavily. “Fucking hell, Sirius. Never do that again.”

Sirius huffs out a laugh. “‘M sorry.”

“Better be,” Lily says, kneeling next to Remus with a lot more grace. Peter follows, sinking down next to James and looping an arm over his shoulders. 

“We should go to the hospital,” Frank says, reaching over to pat Sirius’s leg. “Seriously. You could have, like, a brain tumor. Or something.”

Sirius makes a face. “I’m sure I don’t. I’m fine.”

“You just  _ passed out _ ,” Remus says, sounding all colours of distraught. “You are not  _ fine _ .”

“I am.”

“Sirius...” James says, frowning. “C’mon, mate, you’re not fine.”

“I am,” Sirius repeats. “‘M not going to a hospital.”

Remus sighs, reaching around Sirius to intertwine their fingers together. “Please, Sirius. We don’t have to go to a hospital, okay? But if you feel worse, we will. ‘Cause you might really be in danger. Okay?”

Sirius grimaces. “Mm. Fine. But I  _ am  _ okay.”

“Whatever you say, mate,” Peter says. “But we don’t believe you.”

“Mm,” Sirius says, “never do.” Remus’s arms are kind of warm around him, comfortably heavy, his heartbeat in Sirius’s ears. It makes him want to slip into some kind of hazy lower dimension, where the sun looks like diamonds and the grass is made of emeralds. 

“Yeah,” James says, soft and slow. Thick as the summer day around him. Remus breathes out heavily and Sirius feels it disrupt his hair slightly. A fly buzzes next to his ear and Remus flaps his hand at it, coaxing it away. 

“‘M just gonna… sleep for a bit,” Sirius mumbles. He’s not even sure if he got the words out right, but he’s sure Remus will understand.

“I’ll take you back to our tree and stay with you,” Remus says immediately. “You guys can carry on playing.”

James frowns. “You sure you can carry his weight?”

“I’m sure,” Remus says. “I’m stronger than I look, and I’ll shout if I need help, or anything.”

“Okay,” Lily says, and she’s the first to lead them back onto the field. Sirius feels his eyes sliding shut, and Remus moves so he can slide his arms under Sirius’s knees and lift him like it’s completely effortless. Once they get to the tree, Remus adjusts them so that Sirius’s head is in his lap.

It’s nice. Remus’s hands find their way into his hair, and Sirius feels better already.

* * *

He wakes up to the beginnings of dusk. They’ve stopped playing, and everyone is instead sprawled across the grass. Remus still has his hands in Sirius’s hair, and for several minutes the world belongs to only them.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Remus whispers. “Do you feel better now?”

Sirius nods. He does. He tries to sit up, but his muscles are still half asleep. Remus has to help him, pulling him upwards so he can rest his head on Remus’s shoulder. It would be embarrassing if Sirius wasn’t so stupidly in love with him. “Where’s Frank?”

“He had to leave before he missed his train,” Remus says. “He wanted us to tell you that it was nice to see you again, and he hopes you feel better.”

“Thanks,” Sirius says. James and Lily are giggling to themselves. Peter’s lying on his back, and Sirius can’t tell if he’s asleep or just suspiciously still. “Sorry for, you know. Falling asleep on you. That’s really embarrassing.”

Remus smiles. “Don’t worry. I thought it was cute.”

“That makes it even more embarrassing.”

“That’s a shame. You know, James was saying something earlier,” Remus says, sort of cryptically. Sirius mentally runs through every possible sentence that could come out of James’s mouth and decides there are too many variables to calculate.

“Oh, God,” he says.

“It’s nothing bad,” Remus hurries to say, grinning. “He just said that… You had something to tell me? I don’t know. It might just be him fucking about.”

Oh.

It’s about that.

Of course it’s about that.

“Oh,” Sirius says in sort of a whisper. “Well. I guess I do have something I should probably tell you.”

“Do you?”

He nods. God, when he’d dreamed about doing this, it was going to be perfect. He’d invite Remus down to Burger King, or Maccies, or something, and then they’d share a milkshake and he’d say ‘Listen, Remus. I really like you. Like, really, really like. And I was wondering if you’d like to be my boyfriend.’ And he wouldn’t choke on a fry, or trip over his own shoelaces, or get a fucking concussion, and Remus would say ‘Oh, Sirius, I love you too!’ and that would be that.

Instead, he’s confessing his love in the middle of a dusty field, surrounded by his best friends, after he fell asleep in the lap of the man he loves and probably drooled all over his perfect, perfect calves.

“Yeah, um. Do you want to go out with me?”

Remus blinks. Then he blinks again. Then he smiles. “For real?”

Sirius can feel heat rising up in his cheeks. “Yeah. For real. I really, really like you. Like, like-like you. Like love you.”

“So you’re asking me on a date?” Remus asks.

“Yes, I’m asking you on a date,” Sirius says, trying to hold back the onslaught of word vomit he can feel is about to explode. Because this confession is about as far from perfect as he could possibly get, his mental mouth-dams don’t hold for long. “Because I think you’re really hot, and I’d really like to be boyfriends. Your boyfriend. If you’d like that too. Because I don’t want to do this without your consent, obviously, and if you don’t want this we can just pretend it never happened and go on living our lives as best friends. Or if you decide you never want to see me again, that’s fine too, and I’ll just delete your number right now.”

Remus looks like he’s about to start crying. Sirius forgets, sometimes, that for all the badass, tough, grammatically correct exterior Remus pretends he has, he’s actually really fucking soft sometimes. “Of course I’d like to be your boyfriend,” he says, “I thought it was obvious I was in love with you.”

“What did you ever do that showed you were in love with me?” Sirius asks, trying not to squeal like a little girl at how happy he is that Remus was in love with him.

“I always hugged you, and bought you food and things,” Remus says. “I gave you flowers on Valentines day.”

“James does all of that too, and he doesn’t want to be my boyfriend,” Sirius defends. “He got me chocolates for Valentines!”

“Well, it was different when I did it,” Remus says. He balances his head on top of Sirius’s. “I obviously did it in a ‘you’re super hot please fuck me’ sort of way. James did it in a ‘you’re a great friend and I love you’ way. I would like to be your boyfriend, though. And I will have to have words about James giving you Valentines presents.”

“Or, you could not, and I’ll split whatever chocolate he buys with you?” Sirius suggests.

“You make a strong point,” Remus says, and then he kisses him, and it’s like nothing else ever mattered anyway.

**Author's Note:**

> would love if you could leave some feedback! 
> 
> i havent written harry potter in so long, but im going through my wips folder and cleaning up some of my old works in the hopes i can post some of them. so stick around if you want to see whatever i come up with :D


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